Angel the Slayer Vampire
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Chapter 3:
" It's kind of strange that there's a new Slayer here, isn't? I mean I know that Buffy isn't the only Slayer in the world but… …" Willow said breaking the dull silence that had been with them since Buffy had left for home with Angel.
" Will," Xander exclaimed, " I'm trying to sort things out here too. I'm as clueless as you're."
" Xander, you're just in love with that new Slayer, are you?" Anya said angrily.
" Let's go home, Anya. 'Nite, Will. 'Nite, Tara."
" 'Bye, Xander. 'Nite, Anya," both of them said together.
Back at Buffy's house, Buffy look questioningly at Angel. " So are you going to tell me why you're here?" Buffy asked again.
" Just these questions? I thought you would have lots of them."
" I've got more questions in my mind, but you're needed to explain them even if it takes the whole night," Buffy said, looking seriously at Angel.
" Ok. You and me, we're both the Chosen Ones, you know that, do you? My ex- watcher was Arlen Zacharetti. She was killed when I got distracted while battling a Lydos. A water demon that kill its victims by disemboweling them underwater. I had lured it out of the water but during the battle a few others of its kind join in the fight. A pair of them dragged me underwater when I managed to disentangled from them… …"
" I'm sorry."
" You don't what it is like to see your Watcher cum best friend being dragged underwater and getting disembowel in it. I wanted to save her; I wanted to kill them all. I couldn't save her. I let my best friend down, my only friend," Angel Jackerian said sadly.
" But you tried, didn't you? There were too many of them. She would understand why you couldn't do it."
" You don't really understand, do you? You've never met Arlen. It would have been better if my Watcher was as old as time itself. But no, Arlen was just twenty. She was so funny the first time she arrived in LA. Didn't know lots of stuffs, never been on a ride before. We used to do tons of stuffs together. She was more like a sister to me," Angel said, looking guilt- stricken.
" I would be upset too if that was Giles. He's kind of like a father to me. I was rebellious at the idea of being the Chosen One at first. He was so patient with me. Although he's too British, of course most of them are."
" You are very different from the others I heard Arlen telling me 'bout. You've a life, friends to depend on, etc. I mean you're extraordinary, you lived beyond eighteen," exclaiming Angel, wide eyed.
" That's stupid," Buffy said exasperatedly, " Just because I lived beyond eighteen… Oh, forget it. Just go to bed."
Throwing the pillow into her face, motioning her to take the bed while she sleeps on the floor. Striding across the room, Buffy switched off the lights and make her way back to her place on the floor. As she burrowed for a comfortable spot on the makeshift bed, she heard Angel whispered in her sleep, " Would you be my friend?" She propped herself up on one arm and look thoughtfully at the figure in bed. Angel, the name hit an aching spot in her heart but that was her past. This Angel here, had serious problems, if untreated, if left helpless, she might sidetrack. She was determined to help her, to be her friend. Emotions sometimes can cause a Slayer her life, but in some cases, emotionless can bring out the dark side of one. It happened before and it can happen again.
As she sank into a deep sleep, she promised herself to help Angel to get on.
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Chapter 3:
" It's kind of strange that there's a new Slayer here, isn't? I mean I know that Buffy isn't the only Slayer in the world but… …" Willow said breaking the dull silence that had been with them since Buffy had left for home with Angel.
" Will," Xander exclaimed, " I'm trying to sort things out here too. I'm as clueless as you're."
" Xander, you're just in love with that new Slayer, are you?" Anya said angrily.
" Let's go home, Anya. 'Nite, Will. 'Nite, Tara."
" 'Bye, Xander. 'Nite, Anya," both of them said together.
Back at Buffy's house, Buffy look questioningly at Angel. " So are you going to tell me why you're here?" Buffy asked again.
" Just these questions? I thought you would have lots of them."
" I've got more questions in my mind, but you're needed to explain them even if it takes the whole night," Buffy said, looking seriously at Angel.
" Ok. You and me, we're both the Chosen Ones, you know that, do you? My ex- watcher was Arlen Zacharetti. She was killed when I got distracted while battling a Lydos. A water demon that kill its victims by disemboweling them underwater. I had lured it out of the water but during the battle a few others of its kind join in the fight. A pair of them dragged me underwater when I managed to disentangled from them… …"
" I'm sorry."
" You don't what it is like to see your Watcher cum best friend being dragged underwater and getting disembowel in it. I wanted to save her; I wanted to kill them all. I couldn't save her. I let my best friend down, my only friend," Angel Jackerian said sadly.
" But you tried, didn't you? There were too many of them. She would understand why you couldn't do it."
" You don't really understand, do you? You've never met Arlen. It would have been better if my Watcher was as old as time itself. But no, Arlen was just twenty. She was so funny the first time she arrived in LA. Didn't know lots of stuffs, never been on a ride before. We used to do tons of stuffs together. She was more like a sister to me," Angel said, looking guilt- stricken.
" I would be upset too if that was Giles. He's kind of like a father to me. I was rebellious at the idea of being the Chosen One at first. He was so patient with me. Although he's too British, of course most of them are."
" You are very different from the others I heard Arlen telling me 'bout. You've a life, friends to depend on, etc. I mean you're extraordinary, you lived beyond eighteen," exclaiming Angel, wide eyed.
" That's stupid," Buffy said exasperatedly, " Just because I lived beyond eighteen… Oh, forget it. Just go to bed."
Throwing the pillow into her face, motioning her to take the bed while she sleeps on the floor. Striding across the room, Buffy switched off the lights and make her way back to her place on the floor. As she burrowed for a comfortable spot on the makeshift bed, she heard Angel whispered in her sleep, " Would you be my friend?" She propped herself up on one arm and look thoughtfully at the figure in bed. Angel, the name hit an aching spot in her heart but that was her past. This Angel here, had serious problems, if untreated, if left helpless, she might sidetrack. She was determined to help her, to be her friend. Emotions sometimes can cause a Slayer her life, but in some cases, emotionless can bring out the dark side of one. It happened before and it can happen again.
As she sank into a deep sleep, she promised herself to help Angel to get on.